Reincarnated in the Alternate World, I'm A Demonic Lord as Well as a Villager-Chapter 606 - 311: Stomping Grapes, the Most Fragrant Episode

Chapter 606: Chapter 311: Stomping Grapes, the Most Fragrant Episode

In the vast and resource-rich Demon Realm, all sorts of crops can find suitable places to be cultivated. At the very beginning of the Demon Realm’s establishment, the Demon Envoy girls together created a garden to plant fresh flowers, searching the world for flower seeds to cultivate in the garden.

The vineyard, on the other hand, was built on the foundation of the wild grape fields of the Demon Realm, and it’s quite sizable.

Today, the vineyard is surrounded by fences to prevent Slimes from stealing grapes and trampling the vineyard grounds.

Shami and the four Demon Envoys entered the vineyard and quickly saw bountiful clusters of grapes hanging from the vines. Green, wine-red, purple, and yellow grapes, each the size of a thumb, exuded a charming aroma.

Rows of grapevines stretched endlessly.

Dozens of skeleton farmers were busy picking grapes.

"These are very high-quality grapes, more than enough to make wine."

As the four Demon Envoys looked around, Shami explained.

"Since we find human wine unpleasant, why not make our own premium wine?"

Shami led the four Demon Envoys to the winemaking area.

The winemaking area was located at the back of the vineyard, and along the way, the group saw many skeletons carrying freshly picked grapes in the same direction.

Before long, in an open space, the group saw dozens of barrels filled with grapes. The barrels varied in size; the larger ones resembled round rooms with only four walls, requiring special ladders to enter and exit.

Skeletons continuously poured freshly washed grapes into the large barrels. Simultaneously, several skeletons were trampling grapes atop the large barrels.

Smaller barrels were of normal size, also filled to the brim with plump grapes.

After five stages of washing, the skeleton vineyard workers carefully washed and disinfected their feet before entering the barrels to crush the grapes into juice.

Indeed, this was an essential step in winemaking—grape stomping.

Using bare feet to crush grapes into pulp, breaking the grapes.

This was an indispensable step in this world’s winemaking process.

Shami had meticulously selected the vineyard employees responsible for winemaking.

Even a Demon King, who has some psychological barriers to drinking the Water of Life, wouldn’t casually drink wine crushed by others’ feet.

First, the employees’ feet must be clean; second, they must not introduce any additives to the grapes.

After selecting from among demons, excluding grape-stealing Slimes, big-hoofed Minotaurs, stone-shedding Rolling Stone Spirits, and constantly wet Fishman Race... Finally, Shami chose the all-bone skeletons.

Skeletons underwent a stringent selection too, requiring bone quality to meet excellent standards.

With comprehensive cleaning before trampling, Shami dared to guarantee that the Demon Realm’s wine was cleaner than some dishes at star-rated hotels.

But while it was clean, the wine still couldn’t entice the Demon King, who usually didn’t enjoy drinking.

Seeing the four Demon Envoy girls drink wine today, Shami seemed reminded of something, and his interest in drinking wine suddenly piqued.

If the wine is made from grapes trampled by the four Demon Envoys, wouldn’t it have an extraordinary taste? It would undoubtedly be the existence of a supreme wine.

Just imagining the taste, Shami was eager to act.

He wanted to create a fine wine that only the Demon King was qualified to drink.

Of course, Shami appeared calm on the surface, entirely concealing his inner anticipation and excitement.

The four Demon Envoy girls gazed at the scene before them, displaying varied expressions.

"Is this how wine is made? Was I just drinking liquid stomped by others?"

The white-haired girl’s face turned pale.

The well-versed Magical Girl offered comfort.

"Don’t worry. The wine we drank is premium. Premium wines are all stomped by girls."

"If I trample it myself, wouldn’t I be drinking liquid that touched my own feet?"

The purple-haired girl mumbled, a bit hesitant.

"Feet are also part of the body! If we can eat food made with hands, why can’t we drink wine stomped with feet? It’s even cleaner this way!"

The Elf Maiden certainly had a different way of thinking, but she could be very comforting.

"I’ve never stomped grapes before."

Relieved of their worries, the four girls showed interest and moved toward a large barrel filled with grapes yet to be stomped, ready to take off their shoes.

"Wait! You can’t just put your feet in!"

Shami hurriedly stopped the four girls.

After all, he was going to drink it later too, so hygiene was essential!

"Eh?"

Shami led the four girls to the washing station and squatted beside the fixed water pipes.

"Before stomping grapes, you must wash your feet. It’s common sense, like washing your hands before eating! Hurry, give me your feet. No stomping until they’re clean."

"Saying so much, you’re just using this as an excuse to indulge your foot fetish, Shami!"

The Elf Maiden realized.

"Shami, don’t tell me you want to take advantage of the cute girls’ feet?"

Shami stood up, turned around angrily.

"I hate being falsely accused. Today, I absolutely refuse to lick anything that’s not food! If you don’t want my help, then you can struggle to wash your feet yourselves!"

"It’s not a big deal, Shami... We’re okay with it..."

The purple-haired girl, not seeing through the Demon King’s embarrassed façade, offered reassurance.

The remaining three girls went along with it.